This past weekend we made a trip back to my hometown. The whole mission of this trip was to chop down some unwanted cedar trees in my mom's field. She had no desire for them to be there, and we needed the cedar to make fence posts for my garden. A win win for us both.
I've already confessed the not-so-great relationship that I have previously had with my mom. I've seriously not spent more than a couple hours at any given time at her home for the past 6 years. You can imagine my surprise when my husband informed me that we were spending the night with my mom! Honestly it was the only logical solution, but I wasn't expecting it, and I didn't know whether I was ready.
But, it was the best weekend ever! I absolutely loved every single minute of it, and I'm so glad we went.
We arrived Friday evening and just sat on the screened porch and visited. All night. We went to bed around 11, which was late for us all! Saturday morning my mom cooked us all breakfast, and as soon as we were done cleaning up, "the men" went outside to begin cutting posts. Mom, the kids and I went outside and picked cherries off of her cherry tree so that we could make a cherry pie to go with our big lunch. I have very few memories of cooking with my mother, so this was an amazing moment for me. Not only that, but I can count on one hand how many times my mom has cooked for my family in the last 6 years.
God has done such amazing things in not only my life, but my family's. I'm so thankful for our relationship and the time that we spend together. I love seeing my children play with her like I once did, and to hear them talk about her when we're home. And ask me when we are going back. Grandma even asked when Kaitlyn was coming to spend the night with her, they needed their "girl time." That has never happened.
God is my miracle worker. Just when you think it can't happen, he swoops in and makes the impossible, possible.
I consider myself a lucky girl to finally have these moments. Most people don't realize what they've got 'til it's gone.
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Thursday, June 18, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Celebrating My Mom
It's Mother's Day on Sunday, and I'm going to celebrate with my Mom, and she doesn't even know it yet! Oh does it ever feel good to say that. We are driving up to my hometown to surprise our mom's.
My mom and I go back 26 ahem almost 27 years. But, I've never appreciated her more or valued our relationship more than what I do now. After all, we've been there, done that, went through it.
You see, growing up, my mom and I were close. Especially close in High School. We talked all the time, and she always humored me. Although I know now that it was her way of keeping tabs on me and keeping me home, she allowed me to have a get together for every imaginable or any made up holiday I could come up with. She made amazing amounts of appetizers and meals and stay up way past bed time to entertain me and my friends. I loved it. My friends loved it. We loved her and my Dad (who was right in on the action always cracking jokes or picking on us).
Shortly after my high school graduation, I made some choices that my parents didn't agree with. I went in a direction that they didn't like and mine and my mom's relationship became very strained. Strained so much so that we didn't talk for about a year (I think a little over).
We started our relationship anew and off we went as normal for the next 2½ years to 2003. Tragedy struck my family.
My relatively healthy father passed away unexpectedly in his sleep. It rocked our world into tiny little bits. My mother was distraught, I was distraught, and our relationship crumbled. Again.
But, this Mother's Day, I am celebrating her. How she has overcame darkness. How we have overcome hurt. How we have grown together. How we will grow together. And how nothing is going to get in between me and my mother. Ever again.
This Earthly life is too short. Celebrate your Mom. Celebrate those Finer Things.
My mom and I go back 26 ahem almost 27 years. But, I've never appreciated her more or valued our relationship more than what I do now. After all, we've been there, done that, went through it.
You see, growing up, my mom and I were close. Especially close in High School. We talked all the time, and she always humored me. Although I know now that it was her way of keeping tabs on me and keeping me home, she allowed me to have a get together for every imaginable or any made up holiday I could come up with. She made amazing amounts of appetizers and meals and stay up way past bed time to entertain me and my friends. I loved it. My friends loved it. We loved her and my Dad (who was right in on the action always cracking jokes or picking on us).
Shortly after my high school graduation, I made some choices that my parents didn't agree with. I went in a direction that they didn't like and mine and my mom's relationship became very strained. Strained so much so that we didn't talk for about a year (I think a little over).
We started our relationship anew and off we went as normal for the next 2½ years to 2003. Tragedy struck my family.
My relatively healthy father passed away unexpectedly in his sleep. It rocked our world into tiny little bits. My mother was distraught, I was distraught, and our relationship crumbled. Again.
But, this Mother's Day, I am celebrating her. How she has overcame darkness. How we have overcome hurt. How we have grown together. How we will grow together. And how nothing is going to get in between me and my mother. Ever again.
This Earthly life is too short. Celebrate your Mom. Celebrate those Finer Things.
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